Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TOO LATE, by CLARISSA HILL HAWKINS


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First Line: I never told you of my love
Last Line: Had told you so.
Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Regret; Dead, The


I never told you of my love.
It was so shy,
It scarcely dared to lift its head
As you passed by.

The friendship true that you bestowed,
I let suffice;
The warmer passion in my breast
Was steeled to ice.

I wed a youth who urged me long,
His children bore;
But still, sealed close within my heart,
Your image wore.

So strong you were, unmoved by men
Of lesser mold;
You walked, unswerving, your own path,
Till you were old.

Heaped high with honors, flower-bespread,
You lie today;
All that was mortal, dust to dust,
Is laid away.

You have not needed love of mine
In all the years;
And so I sit and mourn alone,
With unshed tears.

I loved you well, but all unknown,
So long ago;
Now you are dead, I wish that I
Had told you so.





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